Sometimes in my life   I take all my hopes and dreams, all my ambitions and all my aspirations   And I give them all up, trade them all in, put them all to one side   For a springboard, and a pair of shorts, and a plain white t-shirt   And the ability to do a perfect backflip      I think if I could do it, the seconds would feel like hours to me   It would be like medicine staying with me   During the days and during the weeks when I'm just pushing on, just getting by      And it's funny how your life is   It's funny how you can spend years and years building it up, layer by layer   And then throw it all away in a second      And I'm not the boy I used to be   And though I've more or less accepted it,   Although I'm no longer trying to change it,   I still regret it, I regret it every day   I'm not the boy I used to be      Maybe it's Scotland I hate   I know I hate so many things about it   I hate the way punishment's at the heart of everything   I hate the way parents speak to their children   I hate the way everything always has to be someone's fault   Even though some things just happen, some things just happen      I hate the way people bring up their children to be exactly the same as they are   Just so they can justify the way they've lived their life   I hate the way that we expect to fail   And then we fail   And then we get bitter because we've failed   Maybe it's Scotland I hate      Maybe Scotland's got nothing to do with it   Maybe all of this has got nothing to do with anything   But I know that I would give it all up, trade it all in,   For a springboard, and a pair of shorts, and a plain white t-shirt   And a perfect backflip   A springboard, and a pair of shorts, and a plain white t-shirt   And a perfect backflip   I'd give it all up for that   I'd give it all up for that   I'd give it all up for that